A pair of stays to bind in fashion,

Stiff bodice lift those ample *******,

French sophistication and ***** south,

Linen lines taken from the robin's nests.




Once seen in times known to all Baroque,

Steel cages more true to the name,

Renaissance blushed at the very sight,

This hidden and blustering shame.




Georgian era was always that late,

Yet women united to sheer the skin,

Frills and cuffs were the new bloom,

The dowdy apron given to the bin.




Victorian, Edwardian seen a rise of empire,

When romance boasts the whale bone done,

Now scattered in all weddings and burlesque,

Dear Corset is set in memory to run and run.

Blisters dance across ones skin in delight,

Heavy limbs lay flat on cold concrete,

Open wounds seep pus and fear in equal measure,

Scratch's bind broken nails in mere defeat.




Failed meetings never cease to amaze the victim,

*** a horrid tool of power and dominance with men,

Tremble and excite those locked doors in your mind,

Pleasant does not seem to sooth or excite the pen.




No strengths can help you or divide the thoughts,

Taken innocence is not the issue, taken time is,

The win in that moment they certainly do,

****** however is revenge and sweet in hands that wiz.




Fallen pillars of the community exposed to all,

Make no mistake they beat and cut us to out core,

As they lay sunken in coffins lined with led,

Tell yourself this, your no longer society's *****.

Ordinary people living ordinary life's being complete and happy,




Raging fear builds to anger in ignorant men by will of silent kisses,




Landing reason on anything related to news headlines and horrid religion,




Apple cells send out last messages to those helpless and without power,




Navigate your hand to pistols and pull the trigger, the coward among men,




Death lays at our feet now, not you, but us all in hugging hands,




Ordinary people living ordinary life's being complete and happy?

As rain sheets the tiled homes of those housed in,

Time punctures essence in kind for broken men,

Stable types ever walking the barred walls alone,

Frightened eyes shake as if to hide from the pen.




Robes and hammers rule the day at sentence start,

Fallen angels stand tall as war imprisoned all,

Not legal jousts or rotten speeches pouring forth,

Little minds, little times and little words will fall.




Scratch's take on meanings of calendars forth,

One month, two year, each decade decay in nests,

No humour can ever puncuate this hellish playground,

The state after all foots with money no kinds rests.




Slack hands make new wifes out of slender men,

Fear leaves one hollow and you make space for us,

Practice heaves a heavy burden for warden now home,

A crested ***** awaits those without shield or fuss.

A pair of stays to bind in fashion,

Stiff bodice lift those ample *******,

French sophistication and ***** south,

Linen lines taken from the robin's nests.




Once seen in times known to all Baroque,

Steel cages more true to the name,

Renaissance blushed at the very sight,

This hidden and blustering shame.




Georgian era was always that late,

Yet women united to sheer the skin,

Frills and cuffs were the new bloom,

The dowdy apron given to the bin.




Victorian, Edwardian seen a rise of empire,

When romance boasts the whale bone done,

Now scattered in all weddings and burlesque,

Dear Corset is set in memory to run and run.

Those digits that touched against yours now adorn,
sweet gold I've longed for since times of fun,
A time I lay dead with overpowering tasks,
of work and life alone you yielded to run.


Brushing hairs left soft in moisture and skin,
bleeding souls quake through times and states,
A smile that lights a stirring heart to fair,
leading those broken to a heavens locked gates.


Piece by piece and kiss by kiss you take,
a child and turn him to man no longer alone,
For he needs nothing but your hand in his,
you seated him against odds and ends throne.


Feel free to mock those happier than you,
a past screams that I join your bitter ilk,
A kin to state the present and never to us,
no point in crying over a little spilt milk.